I’m at the point where he has just bought a boat. I am underwhelmed so far, and wonder if it is worth continuing.
The book won all those awards, so I’m thinking there must be more to it, but maybe it is just that literary people love books about writers.
I almost bailed when the wife sold the kids to the pedophile–was that extra touch necessary–couldn’t she have just sold them to a couple wanting kids? On the other hand, I am thinking the wife maybe was a metaphor for the U.S.–moral decay, undermines your belief in yourself.
There is nobody to really like yet --my opinion, of course. And I want someone to root for, or at least like. The aunt is the best so far, but how can you grow fond of someone who is always called the aunt? Not even Aunt, much less a real name.
The style reads to me like a pseudo Anne Tyler. Also, those lists go on too long.
I don’t hate it, just not captivated yet. Is it just that it is not for me, or does it get better rapidly?